Edward

My Bella laughed softly as another disgruntled couple left their table meeting. Rose snickered as the other wife smirked at her opposition. The woman with all the wealth and "amazingly close" family had been disheartened to find that the woman who owned her own business and tended to three messy boys and a sweet, helpful "big kid" husband had a much closer family than she did. She'd been boasting about her tight-knit clan from the second she'd arrived at her temporary home.

Emmett kissed Rose's cheek as he, Jasper, and I stood to help Esme with the groceries occupying the backseat and trunk of her Lincoln MKX. She smiled at us as we put away the foods in the refrigerator. A moment later Bella appeared smiling. She quickly started washing vegetables and then began to chop and dice them. She is so helpful, Esme thought fondly recalling the afternoon she and the girls had spent at a local soup kitchen a few weeks ago. Bella had a smile for everyone. I smiled and left them to it for the time being. As I rejoined the others in the living room, Carlisle arrived.

"Can I help?" he asked them kindly.

They of course sent him to join us in the living room, insisting they wanted to do it all themselves. He sat on Alice's right.

"What are we watching?" he smiled, glad to be home.

"Wife Swap," Rosalie answered as a new episode's theme music ended. Carlisle found the show highly amusing. One family was full of tea party liberalists and the other poorly educated parents who tried very hard but had irresponsible children. He laughed wondering idly how our family namely Esme would fare if we participated in such a trade of mothers. He pictured her easily winning over the family, at least the children if not the father as well and carefully adjusting to the humans' way of life. She'd have to make real food, force it down, and drive children places, while also handling the mother's routine. He knew she'd handle it easily and with finesse. I laughed nodding my agreement at his assessment of my excellent mother.